Returning to Iran this October has been a healing of sorts; a reminder of my roots and of just how diverse the country's landscape and culture really are.

“Had it really been 20 years since I had last laid eyes on this spectacular spot?” I asked myself.

I drove to Leavenworth, located on the dry east side of Seattle, to set up my easel and paint along the side of the Wenatchee River.

The end of September's Snohomish Art Tour always reveals a significant change; a season, so to speak. Not quite winter, but a direct road into the winter season.

When people talk about something taking a lifetime to complete, I can relate, that the gallery I had planned in its entirety within my brain over my lifetime has finally slowed down to a finish.

The above two words are coming to me as naturally as I breathe in the air that surrounds me on these unfamiliar, slower days that I am experiencing. I have finally locked the shop door and moved away from my loved Palm Springs Gallery.

Enjoying the spring in the Pacific Northwest

When we have a purpose, we are constantly creating from whatever we have in our control;

I was a part of the rockpile, pale compared to where the painter came to paint my image from the home I had occupied; I was accustomed to and felt vibrant and clear with color and contrast against the sky and the rest of my homeland scape.

Sometimes, I forget how Seattle can open its skies and pour rain down upon the city as if it were simply holding a garden hose or with all its might a pressure-wash hose.

This last weekend of September 28th and 29th was the second annual Snohomish Studio Tour of 2024.

In early September, I had one of those aha moments! I had been working hard, and I mean by working hard, I wasn’t allowing myself any painting time.

Driving to Stanwood, WA, on an errand and being somewhat free after many months of working on my real estate must-do list, I arrive back again at English Boom.

Yesterday, on a lovely Sunday close to evening hours, I put myself in the car with my art supplies and headed the two miles north to Snohomish along Highway 9. I noted the sky beginning to close its day with darkness, and at the same time, as I exited near the Harvey Airport, an old barn to my right sat abandoned, nestled in the valley field, close to the river. YES!